马？”                                                                                蒋慕承抬眸瞥了她眼，“就你这样的长相，苏韵看不上。”                                                                                夏乔爆了句粗话，还是不解气：“蒋慕承，你不说话，没人当你那什么！”在蒋慕承凛冽的视线里，她的声音渐渐怂下去。                                                                                蒋慕承没吱声，侧脸看向窗外。                                                                                夏乔跟蒋慕承聊完苏世凯的案子，又不自觉提起了自己的父亲。只有在蒋慕承跟前，她才能毫无顾忌的说起那个跟陌生人一样存在的父亲。                                                                                因为蒋慕承从不会嘲笑她，更不会看低她。                                                                                将心中所有的不满和怨恨发泄完后，夏乔双臂抱膝，像个被遗弃的小孩，一直安静的看着窗外的夜色，期间蒋慕承跟她说话，她都没回应，像是陷入一个死循环。                                                                                那一刻，蒋慕承满脑子里都是苏韵，他在想，苏韵是不是也经常会这样，孤独无助，内心荒凉的如同沙漠一般？                                                                                至少这么多年来，夏乔还有他可以依靠，可是苏韵呢？